Three seconds
I was waiting for a coffee.
A few chairs pushed out from the tables.
Right in the path to the door.
People nearly tripped. Shuffled around them. Kept walking.
Not one person pushed them in.
Three seconds. Maybe less.
But it wasn't their mess. Wasn't their table.
We do this with more than chairs.
Small messes we step around because they weren't ours.
Broken things we leave for someone else.
We'll navigate inconvenience before we'll fix it.
Complain about problems we could solve with one hand.
The world stays cluttered because no one wants to touch what they didn't cause.
You don't need permission to make something better.
Be the one who does.
We'll walk around a problem rather than fix it. But the world stays cluttered because no one wants to touch what they didn't cause.
